Day 26/31 Five Minute Free Writes: Moment

Day 26

Everything can change in just one moment:

A door slams.

I’m sorry.

I do.

That first kiss.

Screeching tires.

A striking match.

Blowing out a candle.

A baby’s first cry.

You’re fired.

You’re hired.

A prayer.

Swallowing that first taste of alcohol.

Tornado sirens.

A gunshot.

It is finished.

 

Day 27/31 Five Minute Free Writes: Whole

Day 27

As I sit in the living room with my husband, the World Series is on in the background.  I’ve just spent the last ten or fifteen minutes with my head down swiping through Facebook posts and friend suggestions.  Not a single word was said between me and my husband.  Now as I sit to write my five minutes for today, I realize how easy it is to become distracted and have an entire evening pass away without any substantial conversation occurring between us.  Half-listening as we either watch tv or have our heads buried in our phones, neither of us are giving the other our whole, undivided attention.  Lord, thank you for not letting this go unchecked or unnoticed.

Day 25/31 Five Minute Free Writes: Capture

Day 25

To capture a moment in time on film

to capture a butterfly or firefly in your hands

to capture someone’s personality in a single frame.

To take captive every thought that intends to destroy us

to allow our hearts to be captured by love

to allow our minds to be captured in wonder.

We have the ability to capture and be captured.

Do we use it for good?  Do we allow the Truth to capture our attention?

 

 

Day 22/31 Five Minute Free Writes: Help

Day 22

During Hurricane Matthew, we had my sister’s two daughters for nearly two weeks.  My sister had to work at the hospital on lockdown, so she wanted to be sure her girls would be safe away from the storm.  I loved having them.  How wonderful it was to have two extra sets of hands with my two little girls.  While I was feeding my baby and putting her to bed, my nieces would change and take care of my two-year-old.  My oldest niece loves to help in the kitchen, so it was wonderful having someone make dessert while I made dinner, or to chop, or to measure.  I was so spoiled having their help.  When finally the flooding receded, my nieces were able to go back home, it was like I was missing limbs.  Who do I get up first?  How do I get them both down for naps when they’re melting down?  Oh yes, reality.  Hi there.

 

 

Day 24/31 Five Minute Free Writes: Brief

Day 24

I can remember writing something for my Freshman writing class at UNCW.  Actually, I don’t remember what it was about, but I do remember verbatim what my professor wrote underneath my 80%.  “Brevity is good, but this is way too short.”  I had written down my point. I didn’t feel like there was any need for more fluff.  I’m not good at making stuff up as filler.  When someone says, “I’ll try to make this brief,” take a breath and get comfy. You know you’re in for a long-winded story.

 

Day 23/31 Five Minute Free Writes: Common

The very condition of having Friends is that we should want something else besides Friends. Where the truthful answer to the question “Do you see the same truth?” would be “I see nothing and I don’t care about the truth; I only want a Friend,” no Friendship can arise – though Affection of course may. There would be nothing for the Friendship to be about; and Friendship must be about something, even if it were only an enthusiasm for dominoes or white mice. Those who have nothing can share nothing; those who are going nowhere can have no fellow-travellers.

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.

C.S. LEWIS, The Four Loves

Finding and making new friends as a married woman, and now as a mother, has been a long, and sometimes lonely journey.  As a single person, there is no worry about making sure you’re home in time to spend some quality time with your spouse.  When presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to go to Thailand for a few weeks, your answer can be “heck yes!” only after considering whether your finances are limiting.  Dinner plans can be made at the last minute and no warning is needed if a friend wants to swing by.  There is so much more to consider.  Now as a wife and mother, I mostly would look for other wives with children, so we have husbands and kids in common.  Are my single friends still there?  Are my friends with no kids still there?  Of course.  It’s just different.

Day 21/31 Five Minute Free Writes: Start

Day 21

Have you ever had a dream? Something you deep down wanted to do, if money and time were limitless?  The older I get, the more I realize that those seeds God planted inside you are meant to grow and meant to bloom.  Don’t let what others are doing dissuade you from your purpose.  If you have always wanted to open a bakery, but felt discouraged by the bakeries open around you, it’s not that they necessarily bake better than you.  It’s just that they actually did the work.  Most of us have phenomenal dreams and ideas, but aren’t that stellar about following through to the end.  Distractions abound.  One of the worst enemies is ourselves.  Put your cell phone down and stop scrolling through those Facebook posts.  Stop oogling over Pinterest and HGTV.  Start your own dream.  Do something about it.

Day 20/31 Five Minute Free Writes: Audience

Day 20

We all live our lives with an audience watching, whether we realize it or not.  In high school, we’re all so self-conscious, star-struck or intimidated by those considered the “cool kids” that we may not even consider the fact that there is somebody looking up to us.  In a society now so saturated with selfies and live videos, it seems like the younger generations thrive on having an audience for very shallow reasons.  As Jesus followers, we are called to live our lives differently.  It isn’t just for our own benefit, but for others’.  Don’t be afraid to be the one who brings a 6-pack of Gatorade to the party.  It’s just as cathartic to say “fricking” when you’re mad, and not drop the F-bomb.  Be thankful, be generous, defend the underdog, and be kind.  Yes, people who aren’t Jesus followers are these adjectives, too.  But if you aren’t these things but proclaim to love God, to which audience are you pandering?  God or man?

 

Day 19/31 Five Minute Free Writes: WHO

Day 19

This is also part of the regular Five Minute Friday writing community.  Here‘s the linkup if you’d like to check out other writers’ thoughts on the word Who.

When I was a kid in elementary school, and was asked to write about myself, I wrote about who I was in relation to my parents.  My mom was one of eight biological siblings and one other half sister.  Her parents were Irish and Swedish.  My dad was born in Bordeaux, France, and his mom is French, and his dad is Hispanic.  So, my description wasn’t really about me, but my interesting heritage.  I really don’t think I could describe WHO I was until I hit age 30.  Throughout my high school and college years, and even into my twenties, I sort of chameleoned my personality based on my friends.  I picked the best, most likable characteristics of my friends and tried to imitate, creating a Frankenstein of a self that wasn’t easy to maintain. I was always wondering who really liked me, and why, since I wasn’t even sure who I was myself.  And I didn’t find myself very interesting. At 30, I didn’t all of a sudden change who I was.  I just decided to believe that I was likeable.  That God made me who I am and that was enough.  I was enough.  God had given me talents and gifts and interests totally unique to me and I started liking who He’d made me to be.

Day 18/31 Five Minute Free Writes: Search

Day 18

When I was young and single, really from high school through my twenties, I’d look at couples and wonder how they’d met each other.  Out of all the people in the world, it seemed as if everyone had a partner, except me.  I’d look at couples and get jealous that they had found someone to love them.  I’d even get jerky, and think to myself, “If THAT girl can find someone, what’s wrong with me?”  It seemed I was on an exhausting, frustrating quest to find “the one.”  Finally, once I hit thirty, I decided I was done looking. I was tired of being let down and so I decided that I was going to embrace being single.  I loved living alone in Denver, had a job I loved, snowboarded every weekend in the winter, and hiked even more in the spring, summer, and fall.  And so of course, once my heart was content, that’s when I met the man to whom I’ve been married for four years today.  On a 150 mile, 3 day bike ride fundraiser for Children’s Hospital Colorado through the mountains.